This Stop Willoughby

Back in July, I tried to get back to blogging.  Considering this is my first post since then, I guess you could say that my return wasn't terribly successful. Blame it on timing, blame it on laziness....I don't know.  In any case, here I am, back again, trying one more time. To help me decide on a topic to blog about, I went back and reread some of my older posts.  One that really jumped out at me was a post about Bucket Lists . Since the original post was written, I have, sadly, not crossed one thing off my list.  Mr. W, however, has now been skydiving.  He and our son started with tandem jumps and then took lessons to get their "A" licenses.  Wanna see? Here's Mr. W on his graduation jump. Since the guys liked it so much, we gave our son's girlfriend a tandem jump gift certificate for her 20th birthday.  She loved it.  So now, even though when I wrote the original Bucket List post I said I was far too afraid of heights to ever go skydivin...

Mr. Willoughby came across our kids' old wagon while he was cleaning out the garage a few days ago.  It's still useful for moving gardening supplies around the yard or hauling wood to the fire pit, but we had a different idea to put it to use.  We wanted it to look like a vintage wood wagon.  We didn't want to damage the wagon in any way, so we came up with a way to give it a totally reversible makeover.  If you would like to try this project, you'll need a wagon (you can do this with any wagon, old or new, but you'll need to improvise if the handle is attached to the wagon and not the axle), lumber and screws or nails. Basically, you'll be making a four sided box, so you'll need to gather enough lumber to make the box.  We used leftover cedar decking for the sides and deck spindles for the corner supports, but any scrap wood would be fine.  Next, you need to measure the long sides of your wagon.  To that number, add the thickness of the boards...

I've been away from blogging for a long time.  My last post was more than a year ago.  It was never intentional, it just kind of got away from me.  Also, it didn't seem that I was all that far removed from blogging because I've kept in touch with so many of you through Facebook and email. Every time I've tried to start blogging again, I've run into the same problem.  What should I blog about?  Does anyone care to read my ramblings anymore?  I don't know the answer to either question, especially the second one.  Time will tell, I suppose.  In any case, I've decided to try to pick up where I left off and get back to blogging. So what have I been doing all this time?  Lots of things, actually.  Mr. W and I have been working on quite a few home improvement projects.  We've taken some great day trips and cooked some fantastic food.  A few holidays have come and gone and seasons have changed multiple times.  Our store is d...

About six months after we moved into our old neighborhood, a man named Tom moved into the house across the street.  He seemed like a friendly guy and would wave and say hello if we were unloading groceries or taking out the trash.  Sometimes, if we were working in the yard, he would come over to check out our project and chat.  At Christmas time, we left a tin of cookies on his porch just like we did for our other neighbors. I wouldn't say we had become friends, exactly, we didn't go to his house for cookouts or invite him to our house for drinks.  Our conversations were usually just small talk; complaining about dandelions in the lawn or gas prices, the weather and such.  We didn't really know much about him.  He was just a nice guy who lived across the street. One day, about a year later, Tom mentioned something about his wife, Darlene.  We were dumbstruck.  Tom had a wife?  We had never seen her or heard him talk about her before. ...

You may recall that we frequently have visitors of the supernatural variety in our home.  I told you about a few of them here .   There have been many more since then, but this most recent visit was different in several ways.  One, it was not human and two, it left a calling card behind.  This story is 100% true. Last Thursday evening, right around dinner time, Mr. W, myself and our daughter were sitting around the kitchen island.  My daughter and I were facing Mr. W with our backs to the doorway, but from where he was sitting, Mr. W had a view straight through the dining room and into the living room.  He was looking past us and had an odd look on his face. "Did we get a cat?" he asked. "No, why?" "I just saw a cat walk through the living room."  He held up his arm, then.  "Look, I've got goosebumps." If any cat were going to visit us "from beyond", I assumed it would be our beloved caramel colored puff ball who passed aw...

I'm 44 years old.  On a good day, I look 43 ½  .  On a bad day, maybe 50 or 55, I'm not sure.  One thing is for certain, though, the only time I look under 21 is in pictures that were taken when I was under 21.  Why am I telling you this?  Because there is a cashier at our local supermarket that insists on carding me every time I buy beer or wine.  Every. Time. When I go shopping, I like to use the self check-out lanes (we call them U-Scan).  If I'm buying a few bottles of wine or a 12 pack of Landshark (I'm not much of a beer drinker, but Landshark just tastes like summer to me) the routine normally goes like this: I scan the product, look over to the cashier and wave, she waves back, overrides the age requirement and I put the beer or wine in a bag.  Easy, peasey.   Unless "Carol" (I don't know if that's her name) is working the U-Scan station. The first time I came up against "Carol" I was buying a few bottles of wine.  I sc...

You know me, I'm always pondering something.  On my mind today: Cat Litter - We don't have a cat anymore, so I haven't bought cat litter in a long time, but I was looking at a display of one popular brand at the store.  It comes in several varieties.  One is for instant odor control, another has maximum odor control for multiple cat homes and yet another is for long lasting odor control.  My question is, why all the different formulas?  Can't each one have instant, lasting, maximum odor control?  Has anyone ever wanted delayed, minimum, or short term odor control from their cat litter? Grapefruit - Who came up with the name grapefruit?  They don't look like grapes or taste like grapes. Cookies - What if we called them bakies instead? Celebrity Endorsements - Do you think Beyonce stops at Rite Aid to grab a box of L'Oreal when her roots are showing?  Is Weight Watchers the reason Jennifer Hudson lost so much weight or could it have somethin...